Damn
Awake again
So much pain.
Is anyone here?
Why am I here?
An accident?
A stroke?
A face flashes to mind.
My wife?
A daughter?
A nurse?
More questions than answers.
My heart aches
Physically
Emotionally
What is that beeping?
Is this the end?
No, don't do that.
Stop "saving me"
I'd rather be at peace.
This is not living.
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Author's note:
This poem emphasizes the need for a living will. God forbid, if you ended up in a situation like this, unable to speak for yourself, you would want your former, lucid self to speak for you. "Do not resuscitate" needs to be in writing if that is your wish.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator. This is my 40th and final year at the same school. I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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